The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, stained glass of the Hall, a persistent, hollow rhythm that echoed off the cold stone floors. Colonel Elias Thorne walked the corridor, his boots heavy on the marble. He was not walking toward an enemy. He was walking toward a mirror. In his left hand, he held a coat. It was a simple thing, dark wool, slightly worn at the...

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